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Your Sins Into Me	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey or Penicillin, and do not profit from this work.

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Night had fallen by the time Kyo stirred again. There was a brief moment of panic when he woke in an unfamiliar bed before his memories of the past day resurfaced. He stretched with a languid yawn, wincing at the dull ache in his muscles, and slid off the bed. His stomach gurgled plaintively. Though he was reluctant to take Kaoru’s food, he hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before, so he padded down the hall into the kitchen. The apartment was dead silent and as he searched the room, the soft sounds of his movements seemed overloud and invasive. He tried to ignore the feeling that he was intruding in someone else’s space.
“Fuck…”
Kaoru hadn’t been kidding; there was almost no food in the fridge, freezer, or cabinets. There were dubious condiments in the fridge, and in the freezer he found something that might once have been fish, but was too ice-burned to be sure. He supposed Kaoru and his roommate must either be not much good at cooking their own meals, or just too lazy to bother.
Finally, tucked behind a package of candied dehydrated squid, Kyo found a box of instant soup packets and he brightened considerably as an idea struck him. It was not a lavish meal by any means, but perhaps having hot food waiting when he got home from work would be a fitting way to thank Kaoru for taking him in. He started water heating in a large pot and dumped the soup packets in. As he searched for a spoon to stir with, a soft creaking sound from the hallway caught his attention.
He spun quickly, eyes scanning the living area visible past the divider wall but finding nothing. “…Hello?”
There was a long silence, and Kyo went back to his search. ‘Probably just the neighbors downstairs.’
The state of the kitchen’s equipment confirmed Kyo’s earlier musing. None of the dishes or utensils looked to have been used in months, all coated in a fine layer of dust. At least everything was reasonably well organized. As his hand closed around the long handle of a plastic ladle, his ears caught a quiet shuffle and a solid click. He spun again, eyes narrow. That was definitely not from downstairs.
“Kaoru?” No answer. What had Kaoru said his roommate’s name was? To… Toshiya Ho…? No, Ha… Hara. He was pretty sure that was it. “Mr. Hara?”
He stepped out of the kitchen quietly, peering down the hall. In the dark, with tense silence filling the space following the sounds, the once-beautiful apartment now set his nerves on edge. The shadows were too deep, and there were too many places intruders could be hiding. With the hearing in his left ear so drastically reduced, his ability to pinpoint the direction of the sound was impaired, but he was fairly sure it was coming from the hallway. His steps were soft and careful as he crept down the hall, peeking into doors as he passed them. The bathroom, clearly empty. A linen closet, no room for anyone to hide in there.
A bedroom, hopelessly messy and cluttered, seemed a more likely suspect. Posters for rock bands and old horror movies decorated the walls, and a stylish white bass guitar and a giant sketch pad lay at the foot of an unmade bed. Clothes were draped carelessly over every surface. Kyo moved to step forward just enough to check the open closet door, but his foot caught on a heavy bit of fabric and he stumbled a bit, swearing under his breath. A pair of jeans for someone with incredibly long, skinny legs.
“Is anyone here?” he called out. He felt silly talking to an apparently empty apartment, but the sounds had set him on edge. What if Kaoru’s home was being robbed while he was in it? “Wouldn’t that be just my luck…?”
He turned to leave and gasped as he came nose to chest with a looming figure. He tried to take a step back, but once again the pants on the floor caught at his feet, and this time he couldn’t catch himself before he fell backwards with a yelp. Flat on his ass, head spinning from the sudden change in perspective, Kyo stared up at the figure in the doorway with wide eyes.
The man staring back down at him was incredibly tall; Die’s height, if not a little taller. Black hair was cut boyishly short but for the bangs on one side, which fell like a raven’s wing to obscure half of an elegantly androgynous face. Graceful, slender arms were encased in simple black arm warmers, and a sleeveless black shirt with a low neckline hugged a slim chest. Tight pants clung to impossibly long legs under a heavy black kilt. Dark, almond-shaped eyes narrowed behind the curtain of glossy black hair, apparently amused. There was something off about the gaze, but the man was speaking before Kyo had a chance to sort out what it was, his voice light and poisonously sweet.
“Well, hello.”
“I… you must be… Toshiya? Sorry I’m in your room, I… I thought I heard something,” Kyo mumbled, embarrassed. The man’s first impression of him would be that he was clumsy and skittish! How humiliating. “Didn’t you hear me calling?”
“You must be a friend of Kaoru’s.”
Toshiya leaned down and wrapped one thin hand around Kyo’s forearm, pulling him back to his feet with surprising strength. The blonde was pulled further than he expected, the man’s other arm wrapping firmly around his lower back to draw him in close, and he looked up with uneasy surprise, his hands planted against that thin chest and lips parted to protest. Both struggles were aborted when Toshiya’s head bent over Kyo’s, his bangs sliding out of the way to allow both dark eyes to lock onto the smaller man’s.
At this short distance, Kyo could see what was off about the man’s stare. Toshiya’s pupils, almost invisible within his near-black irises, were distinctly inhuman vertical slits. The blonde’s breath caught in his throat, and he found himself unable to move, unable to speak, unable to look away from the dark depths of the man’s heavy gaze. The buzzing hornet’s nest of thoughts in his mind went abruptly silent and an inexplicable sort of hunger started to well up inside him instead. Toshiya moved forward and Kyo moved back, feet moving of their own accord, until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. The taller man leaned down and bore Kyo down onto the bed, long back in a graceful arch over him. He was entirely surrounded by Toshiya’s imposing form and for some reason, he was allowing it.
“Kaokao always brings home such treasures…”
Kyo’s heart was pounding, his face flushed, and his body was suddenly pulsing for want of something he couldn’t fully identify. He couldn’t think to ask for more, or even what to ask for; his best attempt was a soft whimper escaping his still-open mouth. Toshiya’s long, slender fingers released his arm and crept deftly up under his shirt, and he arched up against them, the touch of the cool hand soothing the over-heated skin of his fluttering belly. That was what he wanted, he realized with the fascinated clarity of one entirely intoxicated; that hand, that touch, everywhere. It moved up – slowly, teasing and caressing – and began to press against the center of his chest until he could hardly breathe. He felt like he was suffocating, and for some reason the crushing pressure by that hand was everything his body was crying out for.
“Kyo…?”
A distant voice called faintly from outside the room – or was that just in his mind? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the second smooth hand, sliding up along his leg to the fly of his pants, and the velvety brown eyes that swallowed every rational thought in his head.
“TOSHIYA!”
Irritation flashed across Toshiya’s man’s face, his features turning abruptly boyish and petulant as he turned back to look over one shoulder. “What?!”
As eye contact was broken, so too was the oppressive silence in Kyo’s head. It hit him, all of a sudden, that he was pinned on his back in some stranger’s bedroom, with that stranger’s hand sliding ever further down the front of his pants.
“Fuck!”
Kyo panicked, flailing and kicking wildly until he managed to push himself out from under Toshiya’s pressing hand and off the other side of the bed. Panting, wide-eyed, the blonde scrambled away until his back hit the far wall.
Kaoru stood in the doorway, glaring at Toshiya and hissing, “Do you actually listen when I talk or just smile, nod, and hope for the best?”
“What?” Toshiya crossed his arms and pouted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I told you last night that my friend was coming to stay with us for a while. As our guest, remember?” Kaoru’s voice was heavy with unspoken meaning, and Toshiya’s eyes widened with understanding. The older man stepped past his roommate to kneel by Kyo on the other side of the bed. Burnt gold eyes met dark chocolate and gradually faded from panic to utter confusion.
“What… how did I get over here?” Kyo wondered. He had been upset about something just a moment ago, his body was still shaking from it but he couldn’t seem to remember what it was now. “I… heard a noise and came to look… why am I on the floor?”
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